Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.